"Are you implying that I am responsible for Voldemort's actions?" Dumbledore's voice had finally turned cold. "No, I'm saying you're responsible for neglecting a young boy! You treated him with nothing but suspicion and coldness, and when he grew up suspicious and cold you took that as confirmation that you were always right about him." "I assume you have a reason for laying these heavy charges at my feet," said Dumbledore quietly. She sighed. "I just think... maybe you should take your own advice and try to solve this problem with love, not destruction. You don't have to destroy a Horcrux. You can heal it." "You speak of remorse," Dumbledore didn't sound impressed. "If I may, I see very little chance of convincing Voldemort to feel empathy for the things he has done -" "Not Voldemort," she interrupted. "Tom." "You are suggesting that we use Voldemort's first Horcrux to reanimate sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's tone left much to be desired. ✨Reposting from Ao3 and ff.net!!✨

"You're going to destroy me," he breathes, and his hand is at your throat, feather-light unlike the iron grip of his long fingers around your wrist. "You're going to like it," you whisper back, right against his lips. ★Enemies to Lovers★Potions class rivals★jealous!Tom★